This was my favorite book by Durrell that I've read so far, probably because it covers a topic I've been researching quite a lot over the last year. The Sicilian Carousel refers to a trip he took around Sicily in the 1970s, on an itinerary that greatly mirrors our itinerary for this coming Fall.
More than just a travelogue, the book details the quirks of group travel, highlighting the foibles and eccentricities of Durrell's fellow travelers.
And poignantly it also includes letters written by his late friend Martine, who lived in Sicily for many years. She had urged Durrell to visit her there many times, unsuccessfully. He brings her letters with him, often re-reading them from the same spots from which she had written them many years prior.
There's something about Lawrence Durrell's writing that intrigues me. And this book was no exception.